No. 2 - Openers

STINKYMAN
No. 2 – A Fine How Do you Do

PAGE 1

Panel 1 – Inside the Diplomat Lounge. The place is in disarray – tables overturned, front door smashed in, patrons scrambling for cover. Stinkyman stands next to the dead body of a bouncer, our hero’s gun extended at Bones, the proprietor of the establishment, who is seated comfortably at a corner table.


CAPTION: “I was hired to find a rich man’s daughter. The trail led me here.”

BONES: Very impressive entrance. One of the best I’ve seen. Really, I’m not just saying that. On a scale of one to ten, I’d give it at least an eight.

PAGE 2

Panel 1 – Down the barrel of Stinkyman’s gun.

STINKYMAN: Where’s the girl, you bony piece of filth?

Panel 2 – Over the shoulder view from Stinkyman POV toward Bones, who is clearly hurt by the insult.

BONES: I compliment you and that’s what you say to me? A crude insult?

STINKYMAN: You have three seconds before I put a bullet between your eyes.

Panel 3 – Bones, disappointed.

BONES: Really, now? Please, put that thing away. You look ridiculous standing there, and after such a strong opening too.

Panel 4 – Stinkyman, close-up, losing patience.

STINKYMAN: I’m not jacking around here, pal! I’ll splinter that Halloween head of yours all over that wall. Now talk!

Panel 5 – Wide sideways shot of both of them.

BONES: Of course you won’t. That temper of yours got the best of you when you killed my associate, Mr. Smooth. You won’t make the mistake with me.

STINKYMAN: I won’t? Care to make a bet?

BONES: I’m quite sure. If you kill me, you’ll never find what you’re looking for.

PAGE 3

Panel 1 – Same angle as the previous panel.

BONES: Sit down, Mister…?

STINKYMAN: Smith. John Smith.

Panel 2 – Bones with a grin..

BONES: Yes. Of course, Mr. Smith. Please, have a drink.

Panel 3 - Stinkyman sits

STINKYMAN: Not thirsty.

Panel 4 – Top-down view of inside the club. Two men drag away the bodies of the fallen bouncers. Things get back to normal at the “Diplomat Lounge.”

BONES: Rusty, music please. Everyone, continue to enjoy your evening. The excitement is over for the night.

RUSTY THE BARTENDER: Sure thing, Mr. Bones, sir.